The London dreamers have borrowed their favourite parts from music’s past to create a headrush of love and mysticism
I don’t like praising records for their focus and consistency — makes me feel like I’m in a corporate boardroom or something.
Ryan Schreiber should be, if not ashamed, then more than a little embarrassed at the moment. Calling someone an asshole for raising a middle finger to a Super Bowl camera when you run a website and a music festival that has no problem promoting songs about rape, misogyny, and homophobia is empty and pathetic.
Death Rattle – The Stone Roses, Primal Scream, Oasis and the travesty of British Alternative Rock in the 90s
Large elements of the UK alternative press seemed to be waiting for the right guitar band to get behind, the right guitar band to believe in. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Stone Roses.
I’m sure this album came out two or three years ago in the UK. Maybe not. You lose track of time here. Anyway, it’s just being issued in Australia, and seeing as how a) I love it, and b) The Vine have commissioned me to write a review, I thought I’d post this song here. […]